How To Do Easter in Chicago

Sunday, April 5, 2015

Chicago weather did good this weekend. Finally. After so many months of grueling cold, I think it's actually starting to warm up. However the five day forecast is calling for rain every single day this week... so there's that.

I'm kind of obsessed with these green pants right now. More to come on them later.

My mom outdid herself with the Easter basket she sent this year. She mailed a shoebox of Easter eggs filled with quarters (laundry money) peanut butter Snickers (because YES) and Harlow treats. Lots and lots of Harlow treats. The moment I opened the box he was all over it.

I put the box on the table, ran a quick errand, and came home to find that Harlow had started his own Easter egg hunt without me.

And he had zero remorse about it. If anything he was just mad I walked in on him.

We spent Saturday at the park and I got a little too cocky and climbed a very large tree. And about five seconds later I tumbled down the very large tree, head first. It was the most awkward/slow motion fall ever.

At one point my ankle was caught in a branch and my head was inches from the ground. I finally bailed and rolled onto the ground. Chris came running over acting like he was worried, but he was mostly laughing. As was everyone else in the park who saw this random adult-child rolling out of a tree like a moron.

I'm okay, just a few scrapes and bruises on my knees and hands like any ten year old kid would have. I also ripped a hole in my jeans. Like I said, just standard kid battle wounds.

After the tree fall the rest of the weekend looked like this. Beaching and brunching.

And now it's almost midnight and I'm trying to prepare for my "new life" that starts tomorrow.

It was supposed to start April 1st, but one thing led to another and here we are. I'm getting up early tomorrow (have we heard this one before?) to start a new workout. I've already tried and failed to start it several times, but this time is different. I can feel it. If it goes well, I'll share the details. If it doesn't, I'll pretend I never brought it up.

Haha and that is why I don't climb trees anymore! My boyfriend climbs everything he sees. We'll be on a hike and I'm like, "Where did Aaron go?" And then I'll hear him yelling, "Can you take my picture up here?" and he's up perched in some tree like a big, creepy bird. And that is so funny about Harlow. He saw an opportunity and he went for it. Looks like an amazing weekend!

bahah i'm glad you're okay with your tree-falling-incident but my goodness the way you described it had me picturing it so clearly. good luck with working out! you've inspired me to do 8 push-ups in about 4 minutes.